The Mistress Maxed His Black Card
As I grit my teeth and buy the last box of discounted shrimp, a young woman dressed head to toe in designer brands is picking out imported seafood beside me.
She glances at me and casually drops a king crab into my cart.
"It's the holidays. Treat yourself better," she says with a carefree smile. "I'll pay for everything you buy today."
I am shocked when I see the five-figure price tag. I quickly try to decline her by waving my hands frantically.
She pulls out a black card and shrugs. "It's fine. My sugar daddy gives me more money than I can spend. If I don't use it, he'll get mad."
I force a laugh. "Sounds like he's really generous to you."
"He's alright, I guess. I can't spend money as fast as he earns it," she says nonchalantly.
After a slight pause, she goes on, "Speaking of which, his girlfriend is pretty dumb. She works nonstop for years just to help him pay off a debt that doesn't even exist. When I say I want him to cook on New Year's Eve, he immediately ditches his girlfriend to come be with me."
I freeze for a moment. My boyfriend, Eric Sterling, is in debt.
Just as I am thinking it can't be that much of a coincidence, my phone buzzes with a message from Eric.
He texts, "Anne, the company assigned me to an extra shift tonight. I get triple the pay. Buy yourself something nice to eat. I'll be home tomorrow."